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Goddamn, it fires me up! The balls on ‘em—hustlin’ while the world’s kickin’ ‘em down! I puff my pipe, thinkin’, “There’s blood in this trade, alright.” Not just the red stuff—sweat, tears, the lot. One time, in my head, I’m yellin’, “We shall never surrender!” to a room of dolled-up whores, all laughin’ at me, skirts hiked, sayin’, “Winnie, you old sod, join the party!” Ha! Imagine me, red-faced, tradin’ war speeches for a tumble—bloody brilliant!

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After my caffeine fix, I decide to hit up the park. You know, the one by the Mierloseweg? It’s got this pond, and I’m just chillin’ on a bench, watching ducks. I swear, these ducks are like the local celebrities. They waddle around like they own the place. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could just quack and get free bread.”

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